Feng Yiqun wanted to shout loudly, but the voice could only turn in his throat, like a roulette wheel stuffed under the water, but he couldn't make a trace, it turned out that his mouth was stuffed with a dirty rag, and his mouth was bulging, and the feeling of vomiting instantly occupied his brain.

Feng Yiqun's brows furrowed, his eyes widened suddenly, the sun pierced his eyes, and he struggled to adapt to the changes in his environment.

Feng Yiqun found a huge head, facing him, dangling around, and when he saw himself wake up, he immediately stopped in front of him.

This is a stout man, like a thick stump, with a wide circle of green leaves hanging around his waist, and the muscles on his arms are bulging.

Feng Yiqun shook his head, trying his best to make his mind clear, carefully distinguishing, his face was large and round, his hair was tied in the center with weeds, like a mop head, his skin was brown, three bright red straight lines were drawn under his eye sockets, a fleshy nose like a shallot, standing upright, the pores on it were clearly visible, like a fly, the eye sockets were deep, the eyes were deep, the mouth was surprisingly large, put the person's fist in, it should be easy, the teeth were black and yellow, exposed outside the lips, like the color of steamed buns placed on the wet ground for two years, and the ears on both sides of the cheeks, as ifThe second senior brother in "Journey to the West" is the tricky ear.

The "big head" reached out and pulled the rag stuffed in his mouth, and he gasped a few times.

As the huge face approached him, Feng Yiqun smelled a disgusting smell of sweat, like sour pickles, placed in a pigsty and forgotten for months.

"Mengkolonne (what's his name)?" the ugly monster muttered, his eyes staring straight at Feng Yiqun.

Hearing this, Feng Yiqun's brain spun quickly, trying to understand what he meant, but unfortunately, Feng Yiqun searched his brain and didn't figure out which language it was.

"Menggolonene (what's his name)?" the ugly man's voice raised a lot, and an angry expression appeared on his face.

Feng Yiqun turned his head to look at Professor Feng and Feng Sheng, and found that the two of them were also tied up, still in a coma, he understood, the strange fragrance last night must be the smell of Ecstasy Grass, but unfortunately he was too careless.

Behind the ugly monster, there were several savage people, dressed like him, holding a spear in their hands, and the tip of the grass flashed with cold light, all looking at Feng Yiqun, howling excitedly, as if they had picked up a treasure.

The word "Cannibal!" flashed in Feng Yiqun's mind, and then he was shocked by himself, this time he must be in danger, he sighed deeply.

Just as Feng Yiqun squinted his eyes and was about to be quiet, he heard the screams of the wind.

"Oops, oops!" the wind cried out, but it drew a burst of ridicule from the barbarians.

All three were dragged up, and in the midst of a noisy shout, they took a few steps forward, and stood in a row, facing several barbarians. Feng Yiqun glanced to the right, Feng Sheng looked dazed, his brows furrowed, as if he hadn't understood what was happening, his hands trembled slightly due to fear, and Professor Feng had a calm face, his lips tightened, as if these strange things were in his expectation.

"Nagarat (who are you)?" the barbarian at the head walked up to the three men, stretched out his fingers, pointed to their noses in turn, and cried out, his long black tongue, exposed, incredibly stinking------ like a dead chicken in the scorching sun in the men's toilet that had never been cleaned.

"What is he shouting?" Feng Yiqun turned his face away, deliberately not looking at his face, muttering quietly, his eyes glancing at Professor Feng.

Professor Feng's blank eyes told Feng Yiqun that no one understood what this angry barbarian was saying.

"Or beep (shut up)!" the man yelled again, meaning to shut up.

Feng Yiqun quickly closed his mouth, because he saw another barbarian walking towards him, holding a spear in his hand, and his two lips grinning back, revealing two rows of black and yellow fangs, wanting to eat people.

Walking along a path full of wildflowers on both sides, the three of them were pushed and shoved forward, and the sunlight at this time, through the dense leaves overhead, shone on everyone's bodies, forming a dappled light and shadow, as if they had been marked with a black mark.

The mountain is steep and thickly wooded.

The air was filled with the smell of cedar trees, and the sound of the wind passing through the trees, talking to the branches and leaves, they continued on their way, and the three of them walked in the middle of the group like captured prey.

"Savages!"

A sharp and crisp sound came into people's ears, Feng Yiqun raised his eyes and saw that it was Xiaofeng, who was standing on a big tree nearby, squinting at them, and making a cooing sound in his mouth, maybe it saw the barbarian and felt very strange, so it screamed loudly.

Feng Yiqun laughed, and even the parrots thought they were ugly.

After hearing the parrot's call, the barbarian shouted and ordered everyone to stop. One of them swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his throat moved, he quietly removed the bow on his back, took out an arrow with a green feather from the quiver, slowly put it on the bowstring, and slowly lifted it up until the arrow was facing Xiaofeng's direction.

All this was seen by Feng Yiqun, and he shouted, "Xiaofeng, run!" Then, he broke free from the hand of the barbarian next to him and desperately crashed into the barbarian with a bow and arrow.

The barbarian with a bow and arrow in his hand did not expect someone to crash into his chest, and was concentrating on Xiaofeng. He was slammed by the wind Yiqun, one staggered, his head fell back, almost fell to the ground, his right hand was loosened, and the arrow on the string was shot out, "snap", on the trunk of the big tree where Xiaofeng was standing, Xiaofeng spread his wings and flew away, and the bird scolded "Bad guy!"

The savage's brown cheeks, purple with rage, like an angry bull, swung his fist at Feng Yiqun.

Several barbarians instantly surrounded Feng Yiqun, pressed him to the ground, and beat him violently, beating him so that his nose and face were bruised and swollen, and he screamed and screamed endlessly, until Professor Feng pounced and blocked his side, and the barbarian stopped his hands and feet, and stood beside him stupidly.

Feng Yiqun's head hit the ground hard, kneeling there, his eyes were full of stars, his mouth and nostrils were covered with dirt, and a fishy smell was on the tip of his tongue. When they stopped, Feng Yiqun propped his hands on the ground, staggered to his feet, and walked to Professor Feng's side, the wind used his body against him, and he was still shaky, like a flower in the wind.

Seeing Feng Yiqun fall to the ground, the barbarian's lips grinned back, showing his teeth, his eyes lit up, and he had an idiot-like smile on his face.

The sturdy savage clung to the neck of the wind and the group, like carrying a weak rooster, and continued along the path hidden in the bushes, towards the heights of the hills, and along the way were huge trees, the leaves as wide as tents, which obscured the sun so that they could barely be seen, and the leaves kept dripping drops, hitting the bushes below, and falling on them, and the clothes clung to their bodies, like impermeable straits.

After about an hour, they finally came out of the dense bush and came to the shore of a river, where the flow was gentle, and only when the water met the rocks by the river, did it stir up white spray.

The leading barbarian grunted and made a gesture, and the rest stopped and stood on the bank of the river, beside sparse thatch and low bushes. He walked down sideways, plunged his feet into the fertile, soft earth, hung his hands around his neck, stretched his arms for balance, and walked slowly towards the center of the river, where in a few moments the water was submerged to his chest, leaving only the upper part of his neck to move on the water.

The other four barbarians, some of them put their backpacks and belongings on their heads, some tied their belongings around their necks, packed them up, and shouted and walked into the river.

Feng Yiqun, Professor Feng, and Feng Sheng walked among the barbarians, and like them, they straightened their bodies, tilted their heads up at a 45-degree angle, stretched out their arms, tried their best to keep their balance, and walked forward cautiously, stopping to catch their breath with each step.

The river slowly hid their lower bodies, then continued upward, Professor Feng trying to stretch his neck to keep the river from choking into his mouth. They stopped and walked until they finally reached the middle of the river, where the water almost submerged them, leaving only their heads floating on the water. Professor Feng turned his head slightly, glanced at Feng Yiqun behind him, his eyes blinked a few times, seeing this look, Feng Yiqun immediately understood.

Suddenly, with an "ouch", Professor Feng's feet slipped, and his head was immersed in the river, and several bubbles appeared on the surface of the water, and his hands were stretched out in the air, shaking desperately.

"The professor has fallen overboard! the professor has fallen overboard!" shouted the wind, swinging his hands back and forth towards Professor Wind's position.

When the barbarians saw this, they were in a mess, and they all paddled quickly, reaching out to pull the professor, but there was nothing they could do about it, because they had something on their heads and necks.

The barbarian, who had already reached the other side of the river, shouted loudly, threw his things on the shore, jumped back into the water quickly, turned back, and swam like a fish.

He paddled with both hands, and quickly swam to the spot where Professor Feng had fallen into the water, and when he got up again to reveal the surface of the river, the professor was lifted out of the water, and he kept spitting water out of his mouth, his face was as pale as paper, his eyes were closed, and his arms were drooping, and he seemed to be in poor condition.

They hurried to the shore, stepped over the sand on the shore, walked to the embankment, and laid the professor on the ground, so that his head could be lowered so that the water that had poured into his stomach could be emptied.

After a while, Professor Feng spat out a lot of water, his face gradually turning rosy, his eyes blinked a few times, he muttered in pain, and his brow twisted.

Suddenly, the barbarian, who was at the head of the barbarian, shouted loudly, raised his foot and kicked at the ass of one of them, pointing at the wind and the wind professor.

The Feng Yi group is gone!

In a panic, he disappeared without a trace!